YOU ARE IN A ROOM. THE WALLS ARE PAPERED WITH A GAUDY FLORAL MOTIF, AND A LINE OF CERAMIC FLYING DUCKS DECORATE THE WALL. "ARE YOU ALRIGHT DEAR?" THE VOICE TAKES YOU BY SURPRISE, YOU TURN TO SEE A MIDDLE AGED WOMAN A FEW FEET DISTANT. SHE LOOKS CONCERNED. "YOU DON'T LOOK YOURSELF. WHY DON'T YOU SIT DOWN FOR A WHILE?" SHE MOTIONS TO AN ARMCHAIR. YOU HAVE NO RECOLLECTION OF HAVING BEEN IN THIS PLACE BEFORE, BUT A GENERAL FEELING OF CONFUSION CAUSES YOU TO FOLLOW THE WOMAN'S ADVICE. BUT NO SOONER HAVE YOU SAT DOWN THAN METAL CLAMPS ATTACH THEMSELVES TO YOUR ARMS AND LEGS, SECURING YOU TO THE CHAIR. THE WOMAN UNHOOKS THE PLASTICISED SKIN FROM HER FACE, REVEALING HER TRUE FORM TO YOU - THE MOST GROTESQUE THING YOU HAVE EVER SEEN. "I HAVE A HUNGER THAT CAN NEVER BE FILLED", IT RASPS, MOVING TOWARDS YOU WITH SLIME RUNNING FROM ITS SHARP PROTRUDING TEETH. THERE SURELY CAN BE NO ESCAPE FROM THIS TERROR?

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